But this wasn’t over. Tiffany would gather more evidence, document every suspicious meeting, every strange behavior. She’d already started a file—the photo with Jaxon, notes about Elena’s sudden personality change, records of her unusual requests as Luna.Once she had enough proof that Elena was uns
Tiffany & ElenaTiffanyRain pelted down on Tiffany’s face, mixing with the mud that had somehow splattered up from the field and onto her cheek. She could hardly see through the heavy storm, but gritted her teeth anyway and pushed harder against the stuck plow with all her might.“Push!” the farmer
And news of my efforts at the campaign banquet had spread even here, which made many of the elders curious and even a little grateful despite not having been there themselves.Until we reached Mr. Falks.He was ancient, probably pushing ninety, with cataracts and arthritis in his hands. He squinted
ElenaAfter changing into practical clothes—jeans, boots, and a sweater—I met Tiffany in the foyer. She was already waiting for me by the front door, tapping her heels and clicking her manicured nails against the hallway table.“Where are we going first?” she asked.“The kitchen gardens,” I replied
I blinked, thrown off by that. “I… did what?”“You were sleepwalking,” he said as if we were discussing the weather. “You ran right into my arms in the hallway, sobbing about something. You wouldn’t let go of me, so I brought you to my room to sleep.”My mind raced as I tried to recall any of this.
ElenaWarm blankets surrounded me in the dark room where I slept. Everything smelled like whiskey and spearmint—a strange combination of scents, and yet one that was so familiar and comforting I couldn’t help but burrow down deeper into the pillows and inhale deeply.Killian.The name flitted throug